Brrrr-RR! It's gettin' cold tonight! We've had really mild weather for QUITE some time now; matter of fact, I sat cross-legged on the deck yesterday in the sun for a little while. But, tonight, the mercury is down to 2 degrees, and there's a stiff wind out there that bit at my face when I closed up tonight.
Once again, Turkey Durk was outside, melting his breast into a snowbank. It's really amazing how small, relatively-speaking, turkeys are when all their feathers are laying down and their head is tucked under a wing! I didn't have much trouble getting him inside tonight, though. I picked him up again, but when he started fussing I just clamped my arms tighter and he settled down. I sure do have a sore muscle from last night, though! I remember that I was really straining in order to not drop him when he was beating his wings . . . that must have been it. Instead of chipping away at the hard pack that is the snow on the large deck, I spent my shoveling time today starting on the path from the front door out. There, the snow is completely granular & light and I went at it s-l-o-w-l-y.
I sure didn't have "It" today, though. I finally decided to stop resisting and made myself a big bowl of popcorn for lunch and took it upstairs to eat while I watched a movie. Such decadence in the middle of the day! I went up about 1:30 / 1:45 and intended to be back at my day just after 3:00. Yeah, well, I woke up just after 5:00!!! Not even a good movie can keep me interested enough to not fall asleep lately, it seems. Tom was out yesterday, though, and we had a Big Talk which, I know, left us both exhausted. I think it drained us, emotionally, and that transferred to physical exhaustion. More on that soon, one of these days. It has to be "the right time" to write about it, you know?
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Chickens. Bantams, to be specific. Bantams are a miniature-sized chicken. About 1/2 - 1/4 the size of a regular, heavy breed. They lay small eggs and are, to generalize, very broody (i.e. they're good about sitting on eggs in order to hatch chicks). Well, last summer, my dad had a broody bantam hatch out 5 (or 6?) itty-bitty babies. He asked me if I'd like any of the chicks once they were old enough to leave their mama: he had enough. Well, yes, I did want to try hatching some eggs this spring (bantams will set on normal-sized, heavy breed eggs, too), so a couple of broody bantams would be helpful. I took three of them.
Here they are (again - you've seen them before). I call them The Triplets of Belleville. (FANTASTIC soundtrack!)
They go everywhere together. It's really quite funny.
There's only one problem. These broody girls?
Ummm, yeah, they're roosters. Alllll three of 'em.
Speaking of butchering time (oh, I wasn't?), I know this next shot will look a little grotesque to some of you, but, for Maisy, fresh chicken blood is pure heaven! I was heading out the door two weeks ago Thursday, when I noticed a black hen in the chicken yard who didn't look so good. Closer inspection told me that she was sick, and I could see that the others were starting to pick on her . . . literally. Trying to nurse a chicken back from an invisible illness that you can't diagnose is nearly impossible. And, rather than prolong her misery (and for what?), I took her to the chopping block.
As I said, I was all set to leave when this happened, but thank goodness I was wearing my work mukluks instead of my good ones . . . because after I'd put her out of her misery (and was holding her body down during those last, gruesome death throes) I looked down to see blood spurting against my boot. Niiiiiiice. At least I didn't get any on my pants, miracle of miracles!
And, finally, a shot of my White Trash refrigerator / pickup from last Friday. I leave the snow that accumulates in the back of the truck purposefully: I need it as weight for plowing. But, here you can see that it serves double duty. I'd gone to the dairy farm to pick up supplies. Who needs to worry about a cooler in the wintertime?